Used book – The Man from Montana, Genell Dellin, Michel Maussiere

Clea pushed open the door of the cabin where she would now live. Here, in this part of Montana where there were fewer souls than wild horses, no one would come looking for her - especially not her ex-husband, that overly rich tyrant who couldn't forgive their divorce and used every trick to get her back. Finally, she would be able to be herself and find peace. Alone... Really alone? The moment she finally dared to rejoice, Clea felt a presence. She turned around. In the doorway, tall, wearing a Stetson under which green eyes pierced through, stood a man. A hiker? A neighbor who had appeared out of nowhere? "What are you doing here?" she blurted out, immediately on the defensive. The stranger's ironic reply left her speechless: "I'll ask you the same question, miss. Because, for your information, you're in my home..."